I tried to leave it all behind me
But I woke up and there they were beside me.
And I don’t believe it but I guess it’s true,
Some feelings, they can travel too.
—  Florence + the Machine, “Wish That You Were Here” (from “Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children”)
30 Day Challenge: Day 26

Prompt: “Yell at me,scream at me, hit me for god’s sake but just do something.”

AN: I’m sorry in advance, and I have tissues if you need them. 

Words: 2240

           “You slept with Talia?” You swallow the words, and they burn more than a shot of whiskey ever could.


           The answer is like a punch to the gut, and you do your best to not show the reaction. The tears are burning behind your eyes, and all you want to do is cry. Instead you force the tears back. You try to say something, but nothing comes out.

           Bruce’s fingers glide over your skin and you jerk away. You wrap your arms carefully around yourself. You’re careful to stay out of arms reach. “Y/N, please say something.” There’s several moments of silence before he says “Yell at me, scream at me, hit me, for god’s sake just do something.”

           You look at him, and simply say “I can’t be around you right now.”

           Then without another word you leave the room. You walk quickly pasta sorrowful looking Alfred, and up the stairs to yours and Bruce’s room. You lock the door behind you, and you want to scream. You’re surrounded by mementos of a relationship that’s lasted since you were ten. A romantic relationship that’s lasted since you were fourteen. And looking at it hurts.

           You just act. You pull a suitcase out of the closet, and you pack. You throw clothes in haphazardly. And at some point Bruce starts banging on the door, begging you to let him in. You do, as you leave the room. You simply brush past a stunned Bruce, and down the stairs and to the old jeep that’s sitting there.

           That jeep had been your first car. You had bought it with your own money, and Bruce had kept it in excellent working condition all these years. Your first make out session together had been in this car. You push that memory aside as you throw your bag in, and then climb in yourself. You pull out of the garage as Bruce steps out the door, and despite your best efforts you look back.

           You don’t realize where you’re going until you’re there. By the time you pull up, you’re exhausted both mentally and physically. Your shoulders ace, and you briefly wonder if you’re doing the right thing by coming here. But you know Bruce wouldn’t try coming here, and right now you need that certainty.

           Dick answers the door dressed in sweat pants and nothing else. Your first though is that his hair’s shaggy and it needs a cut. His eyes go wide at the sight of you, and you know why. You haven’t seen him in three years, since his last big fight with Bruce. “Mom?” His voice is shocked, and then he spots your bag, and probably the puffiness of your eyes “What the hell did he do?” His voice goes hard, as he brings you inside.

           You feel silly, and a bit sick. You’re Dick’s mother, and he’s the one taking care of you. You pull out of his grip, and give him your best smile “I’m sorry baby bird. I shouldn’t have some here, I shouldn’t drag you into this.”

           You turn to leave, but his Dick’s voice stops you. “Mama. Don’t go.”

           You turn to face your oldest son again, and his arms wrap around you, and you finally let out the tears. Dick holds you while you cry, and all you can think about is how tall he’s grown.

           You don’t speak that night, you just lie on his couch and stare at the ceiling. You wake up as he comes out of his bedroom, still dressed in his pajamas. You give a small smile “Don’t you have work?”

           He sits down next to you “I called out. Figured you might need me.”

           You smile a true smile now “My concerned baby bird. Always so sweet. You shouldn’t have to take care of your mother.”

           He kisses your cheek “Everyone needs taking care of sometimes, even moms.”

           You don’t say another word as he moves around the kitchen. You take a moment to look at his apartment. It’s big, and messy, and there are clothes everywhere. You walk into the kitchen as he pours you a cup of coffee. He sits down across from you and finally asks “What did he do mom?”

           You take a deep breath “He has a son.” The words taste like acid in your mouth.


           “A ten-year-old little boy. His name is Damian, his mother is Talia Al Ghul, and he’s the spitting image of your dad.”

           “Mom, the man has a lot of faults. He’s cold and distant. He has major control issues, and very rarely can let go of anything bad. But despite all of that he loves you. More than anything. I mean you’re the only one who he lets talk sense into him. Clark calls you when he goes off his rocker I mean … why?”

           You shrug, “I honestly don’t know Dick. And to be honest I didn’t stick around to listen. I was just so hurt, and so …I honestly don’t know.”

           Dick nods “Well you can stay here as long as you like. I know the place is a mess, but I’ll clean it today, and I promise I’ll put all my clothes in the hamper.”

           You just smile at him, but he sees how it doesn’t reach your eyes. It’ll be several nights later, as you’re cooking dinner that Dick slides in through the window. “You’re back early.”

           He grins at you “I’m not alone either.” You turn a bit in surprise to see Tim and Jason slide in after Dick. You smile, and turn the pot down to simmer, and you hug your boys. It’s the first time you’ve seen either of them in about a year. They hug you, and you sit down to dinner together. They keep the conversation surprisingly light until Jason says “We should probably tell you while we’re here.”

           You stop eating at that “Dick didn’t call you?” You ask slowly.

           Tim puts down his fork “Bruce sent us.”

           You take a deep breath as Jason continues “Found his brat getting ready to kill a thug named Nobu. Tim stopped him, and called me in when he claimed to be Bruce’s son. We may not see each other often anymore, but you email and call about the important things. I figured you’d do the same if this was true.”

           “We called Bruce in, and he explained, how Damian is his biological son, but not yours.”

           You swallow thickly “Did he say anything else.”

           Jason shakes his head “Nope. And I can honestly say that neither of us were in a talking mood after that. We hightailed it over here, to see what Dick knew, and sure enough, he confirmed you were here.” There’s a moment of silence before Jason throws his napkin on the table “I just don’t get it. Why go to her to have a baby? I mean if he wanted a kid that badly he could have used a surrogate, or something else, I just don’t get it.”

           “Explains a lot though.” Dick says “Why we were never good enough. We weren’t his.”

           “No.” They all look at you, at the sound of the word. “Um, before any of you came along we tried for several years to have a baby. We both wanted it, you know. But I couldn’t hold a pregnancy. I had three different miscarriages, and it nearly killed me each time. Both literally and figuratively. After the third one I had an emergency hysterectomy. I was in bed for weeks with depression. Bruce never left my side. He told me how beautiful I was, and how strong I was, and that we would be okay just the two of us. And the thing is I know he meant it. I’ve always known when he’s lied to me, and when he’s telling the truth, and he was telling the truth.”

           You take a deep breath and look to Dick “My first trip out after the procedure was to the circus. He wanted to take me somewhere fun, and we had gone years before, and just had a blast. So we went, and then your parents died, and I saw in you what I saw in Bruce all those years ago. A lost little boy who needed something. And Bruce, well he went straight to you, and I watched as he tried to shield you, and something in me clicked, you were meant to come home with us. You were one of the missing pieces.”

           The tears start falling after that “I felt that click with each of you. And I thanked God for each of you. And Bruce, Bruce was ecstatic to have you boys around. I know he didn’t always show it but he was. He’d talk about you guys when we were alone, everything you had accomplished in school, and on patrols. He keeps these scrapbooks of all the stuff you boys do, both in your civilian lives, and after hours.”

           Tim’s voice is quiet “You never told us that.”

           You smile “Things turned out how they were supposed to with you guys. You’re our sons, and that will never change.”

           “Are other things going to change?” Jason asks

           You swallow “That’s going to depend on your father. I have some thinking to do. In the meantime, I want you three to go help him. Something is going on, and he very well might need your help.”

           They all nod and Tim just says “We’ll head out first thing in the morning.”

           You wait for him in your bedroom. And he’s more than a little surprised to see you, but he doesn’t question it. He simply takes a seat on the bed next to you. You sit in silence for half an hour before you finally ask “What really happened Bruce? And I mean the real version, not some self-sacrificing one.”  

           He doesn’t give a self-sacrificing one, he simply looks you in the eyes and says “She drugged me. Slipped something in my drink when I was there for a mission eleven years ago. It made me do whatever she wanted.”

           You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding “A date rape drug.”

           “Essentially yes.”

           You lick your lips “I’m so freaking selfish. The fact that that makes me happy. I’m a horrible person.”

           Bruce takes your hand “Why? Because you hear that it wasn’t by choice that I was unfaithful, that it wasn’t because I chose someone else? Personally I’m relieved. Because I would never want to do anything to hurt you. Ever.

You take a deep breath “I’ve signed us up for counseling, with Lee. Twice a week, possibly more if she thinks we need it. We have an issue hear Bruce, and we need help.”

           He clutches your hand and simply says “I’m there. Every single time. I will be there. I don’t want to lose you Y/N. I love you, and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

           You lean forward and wrap your arms around him, and his own wrap around you. You sink into his embrace, and you allow yourself to cry. And when Bruce’s sobs echo your own, you can’t help but think it’ll all work out. Because he was telling the truth. He loves you. He wants you. And you know that he never meant to hurt you. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t hurt.

           You meet Damian for the first time that night; when you can’t sleep and you slip out of bed and down to the kitchen. You find him sitting at the island staring into the backyard. His head turns towards you the minute you step into the kitchen.

           “You must be Mrs. Wayne.”

           You nod “You must be Damian.”

           He nods, and you take a seat across from him “So, how much hell am I in for?”

           You raise an eyebrow in question “Excuse me?”

           “My mother says that’s why I wasn’t allowed to see my father, because you would punish me for his unfaithfulness.”

           You laugh “Your mother is a piece of work kid. But, none of this is your fault.”

           He leans forward “So you don’t hate me to your very core?”

           You shake your head “You, no. Your mother is a different story in this case.”

           “Well at least one of you doesn’t hate me.”

           You smile “Your father doesn’t hate you Damian. He’s never been able to hate his children. He’s never been especially good at expressing love for them either, but it’s there. And he wouldn’t have fought to keep you, if there wasn’t something there.”

           He raises an eyebrow in question “So certain about that?”

           You nod “So certain, that he gambled sixteen years of marriage, and three kids on it.”

           Damian sighs “My father is an idiot.”

           You shrug “He has his moments, but I love him.”

           He simply nods and slides from his stool, “Very well, Mrs. Wayne. I’ll see you in the morning.”

           You smirk “Call me Y/N, I’m only Mrs. Wayne when you get in trouble at school.”

           Damian doesn’t say another word. When you slide back into bed, it’s to find Bruce awake. You just turn to him and say “There was a click.”

           He strokes your cheek “Always with the click.”

           You lean in and kiss him “It tells me everything I need to know.”

To the Ball: Part 4

AN: This is the last part of this series. And honestly I’m happy with how it ends. This is in part inspired by the Gilmore Girls Episode Presenting Lorelai Gilmore.

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           You glare at your reflection in the mirror. “You look like a cotton ball.”

           “I think she looks more like a Q-tip.”

           “I was thinking a snow man.”

           You glance at your brothers in the mirror, “I think we can all agree that I look ridiculous.” You turn to face them. “Can you please explain why I have to do this, and none of you had to.”

           Jason grins “We’re lucky enough to not share blood with the man. You however, are his biological daughter. And if it makes you feel any better, I saw him looking up cotillions for Damian yesterday.”

           You try to hide your smile at Damian’s cry of outrage, as he runs out of the room. “Please tell me you’re serious.”

           Jason grins “Not completely.”

           “Explain please.”

           Dick laughs “It wasn’t Alfred who signed him up, it was Tim. Jason just made sure that word got out so that Alfred will force him to do it.”

           You smile and collapse on your bed. Layers of tulle surrounding you “I still say this is a horrible double standard.”

           Tim gives you a small smile “Yeah, but we still have to go. Alfred is making all of us take the night off, and he even had a talk with Superman about not calling us in unless the world was in danger.”

           You sigh. “At least I won’t suffer alone.”

           Dick grins from his place on the floor “I think Bruce will suffer the most. He has to present you to society, and he hates society.”

           “I’m not too fond of it myself.”

           Jason scoffs “None of us are. But we do what we have to.”

           “Says the man who doesn’t have to wear heels.”

           “True, but I have to wear a tux.”

           You sit up and glare at him “I have to do a curtsey.”

           “I’ll get attacked by socialite ladies.”

           “I have to do that ridiculous fan dance!”

           There’s a moment of silence before Dick simply says “She wins.”

           Jason concedes right before Damian bursts back. Fury is written plainly on his face as he growls “DRAKE. TODD! I’LL KILL YOU BOTH.”

           You watch in amusement as your brother chases the two out of the room, and Dick follows in an attempt to keep Damian from actually killing them. You just take one last look in the mirror before you groan.

           You make sure to bring several books on the day of your debutant ball. You’re ready before everyone else, and you very quickly realize that these debutants are not people to be messed with. They’re all stressed out, and focused on making sure tonight is perfect. You’re half way through a novel when the whispers hit you.

           “All of them are here?”

           “Yep, every single Wayne male is here, biological and adopted.”

           “Any particular reason why?”

           “Not a clue. But if you can get in with one the boys or even Mr. Wayne himself you’re set for life. I hear that in his will he split everything evenly, even with the adopted ones.”

           “Doesn’t he have to of his own children.”

           “Mmhm, both born out of wedlock.”

           One of the girl’s giggles “There’s a way to get set up for life, just pop out one his children and take the child support.”

           There’s a round of giggles, but you’ve heard all you can take. You quietly leave the room for the hallway. You pass by the escorts in favor of a little cove to yourself. You settle in, careful of your dress and start reading again. You enjoy the quiet until someone plops down beside you.

           You glance up at the sight of brown hair and grin “I honestly didn’t think you were going to show.”

           Bart Allen smiles at you “Like I had a choice. Once Alfred got to grandma, everything else was history. For some reason Grandma Iris was really excited at the thought of the entire family dressing up and going out. The Garrick’s came too. ”

           You smile. You had met Bart Allen several months ago at a tennis tournament of all things. It had been at the national level and your team had made it. So had Bart’s. For some reason he had known you immediately on sight and introduced himself. A friendship had been struck up that day, one the Damian seemed to detest.  So most of your interactions took place at the Garrick’s house, where Bart lived. You simply took the Zeta tube and the rest was history.

           You had tried to spare him from it, but Alfred had thought that he’d make the perfect escort for the evening. Your father on the other hand … You’d found that he had become very overprotective when it came to boys since your father daughter relationship had begun.

           You smile at him, and then all of a sudden he says “Got to go.”

           Two seconds later your father shows up. He raises an eyebrow in question before saying “If you’re trying to sink through the floor I don’t think it’s working.”

           You stand up, careful of your heels and the hem of your dress and say “More like I was trying to escape the harpies.”

           “That bad?”

           “Apparently you, and the boys are a meal ticket to be set for the rest of their life. I’d really watch what you drink tonight.”

           “You think I’m that naive?”  

           “Isn’t that how you got me and Damian.”

           “Damian, yes. You however come from too many shots of tequila, and a very low tolerance for alcohol.”

           You laugh “Like I said watch your drinks.”

           He just nods and extends his arm. “Shall we.”

           The entire thing is embarrassing. Especially, the fan dance. But it makes Alfred happy, and if he’s happy you’re happy. As expected more than a few escorts are abandoned in favor of your brothers. And even Bart gets a few offers until he suddenly disappears.

           You find him out on the patio feeding bread to ducks. He grins as you sit down next to him “Careful they might think you’re a swan, and try and make you their queen.”

           You scoff “I have one family of birds; I don’t need another.”

           He smiles at you “You finally found your family hunh?”

           You smile and nod “Yeah, I think I did.”

           “It’s funny when your first showed up they were all so panicked. They had no idea what to do with a girl around full time. Sure they’d had Barbara around every once in a while, but she went home at the end of the night. They honestly had no idea what to do with you. Then things started to change. Suddenly your name was being brought up all the time. And man they were proud when you won your matches at the tournament. They almost killed me when I started bragging that I actually saw you play.”

           “As strange as they are, and as bad a start as we had, I’ve really grown to love it here. Grown to love them. I miss my mom, but at the same time I’m really glad I have them.”

           He just grins “And what about me?”

           You smile as you lean in and kiss him “I am ecstatic that I met you Bart Allen.”

           “WHAT THE HELL?”

           The two of you quickly separate at the sound of Jason’s voice. Bart just leans in kisses you really quick and says “Got to go, see you Thursday.” You laugh as he rushes off and Jason speeds after him, yelling “Come back you sister kissing, speedster.” A moment later your other brothers speed out the door. As you watch them go all you can think is that you’re truly a part of the family.

Tell me about Leroy Jethro Gibbs, a man who decided to be stoic, “abuses” people, and breaks the rules for no good reason. Who lost a wife and daughter to a car accident. Who’s been in the Marine Corps and has been through hell and back. Who would do anything for his team. A “hardass Marine” they all say. 

Tell me about Tony DiNozzo, a goofball that makes movie references every time to mask the pain. Who has dealt with loss in his family multiple times. Who has been infected with the plague, been shot at, tortured, and has led the team in times of need. The “frat boy” is all they whisper. 

Tell me about Tim McGee, a man who has evolved to a fully capable agent. Who can interrogate, shoot and kill, and investigate very well. Who has dealt with the loss of his father, his sister being framed, his girlfriend being paralyzed, and has dealt with the loss of his friends also. Who is only the “tech geek”.

Tell me about Ellie Bishop, a woman who has tried to be the best. Who wasn’t pushed hard enough, been shot at, and has dealt with infidelity. Who tries to learn from her mistakes, who tries to live up to her predecessors, who was lured into connecting with a terrorist. Who was just the “NSA analyst” to others. 

Tell me about Abby Scuito, a woman who had been adopted and never knew it. Just a “goth scientist”, they say. Who didn’t know that she had a biological brother, who tries to keep the pain away, who will give you a hug if you need it, who will try her damn best to push stereotypes any way she could. 

Tell me about Jimmy Palmer, a man who tries to live life with a smile on his face. The “guy who sticks his foot in his mouth too much” is all he seems. Who dealt with the loss of a child. who has been captured by terrorists, who has lost his drive after seeing too much death, who is smart enough to be a confidant. 

Tell me about Ducky Mallard, a man who has been in combat before. A “babbling medical examiner”, they explain. Who has seen loss multiple times, who talks to the dead to keep his sanity, who’s mom succumbed to dementia, who has dealt with the disappearance of his brother, who has been through a heart attack. 

Tell me about Leon Vance, who’s a “walking drill sergeant”. Who’s dealt with the loss of his wife, being a single dad, who might not be the real Leon Vance, who’s first mission failed, who tries to keep a whole entire agency together, who has been betrayed multiple times. 

Tell me about Kate Todd, a “ice queen” she is known as. Who’s been stalked, who has tried to not kill people, who has tried and protect the people she loves, who resigned to be with a new family, who will still be remembered on that wall. 

Tell me about Ziva David, a woman who’s family is all gone, who gave birth to a beautiful young child, who has been tortured, who’s father betrayed her, who killed her brother, who’s boyfriend betrayed her, who doesn’t know that she was loved every day by her family. The “Mossad ninja” they shout to the heavens. 

Tell me about Jenny Shepard, a woman who’s father had killed himself, who went on a revenge mission for him, who became director under worst circumstances, who has a complicated past with everyone she encounters, who took down four people before death. “Director with a grudge” they can’t seem to get out of their minds.